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Chapter Thirty-Five

I can't believe my night was cut short by this shit. I was looking forward to a night with Bella, even if we were just going back to my place to sleep. I hoped I could solve it easily. I wanted to get home and be with Bella.

The limo dropped me off at my house so I could grab my car. I couldn't have the limo driver dropping me off at the warehouse. That would be suspicious. When I got there, my dad, my cousin, and my brother-in-law were already there.

I walked into the warehouse, "What the hell is going on?"

"Look, please I'm sorry! I didn't know!" A boy, who couldn't be but eighteen, pleaded, "I'm sorry! I won't say anything!"

I crossed my arms, looking at Emmett, "What happened?"

"Our little friend here gave this letter to Alice when she was stepping off the boat," Jasper answered, "Followed her from the boat to the limo, scared the shit out of her, and gave her this letter. Told her to give it to Anthony Mason."

I took the letter from his hand. Anthony Mason was my alias. I hadn't used it in years. Everyone knew me now as the boss, so they used my given name.

"What's your name?"

"Vasilii."

"What's in this letter?" I asked him.

"I don't know, I swear." Vasilii had a thick Russian accent. An accent that put me on edge; the Russians haven't been a problem in a while. They stuck to their territory.

"Then why were you delivering it?" I demanded.

"This man gave it to me yesterday. He paid me five hundred dollars to deliver it to Alice Cullen. I swear I have no idea what's in it." He was shaking.

"Who gave you the letter?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" I asked, "Are you sure you don't know? I wouldn't want to have to make you talk." I looked at Paul. He grabbed the blowtorch and noisily sat it on the table in front of Vasilii.

His eyes widened and a dark patch creeped out from his crotch. I wrinkled my nose at the sight; as many times as I had been here, no one had ever pissed themselves.

Emmett laughed, "This is the worst runner I've ever seen."

"Because he's not a runner," Dad said, "Edward, he's telling the truth. He doesn't know what's going on."

"How do you know?" I asked.

Dad shrugged, "Just a feeling. Jasper, look him up."

Jasper took his name and typed it into his computer. After a few minutes he had the guys information.

"Vasilii Ivanov. Born in St. Petersburg at the Amerikanskaya clinic on November 27th, 2002. Mother's name is Lada and father's name is Maxim. He's here on a student visa. He's going to New York University; he's getting a degree in American History."

At this point, Vasilii had started shaking. I watched his actions carefully, trying to figure out if what my father had said was true. I grabbed the chair and sat in front of him, handing Paul the letter to open.

"The man who gave you that letter? What did he look like?"

"Um, he had blonde hair. It was pulled up in a ponytail. He was sort of tall, maybe average height. He had blue eyes. He was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. That's all I can remember I swear."

I nodded, "Where did you two meet?"

"He put an ad out on Craigslist that said he needed help with delivering something."

"Jasper, look up that ad. Paul, what does that letter say?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," He said, "Maybe you can make sense of it."

He handed me the letter. I stared at it, wondering what it meant.

47.9504° N, 124.3855° W

"It's coordinates. Jasper look these up." I handed him the letter.

"So, you have no idea who this person was—,"

"Oh fuck," Jasper said, eyes wide.

"What?"

He looked up at me with wide eyes, "These are the coordinates to Bella's Bakery."

I stood so abruptly my chair hit the floor. Before anyone could say anything, I was out the door. I got into my car and sped off. I was dialing my phone as I drove.

"Chief Smith." He answered.

"Ted it's Edward," I said, "I need you to send units to 305 Bloor street. The woman who lives there is in trouble. I can't get there fast enough."

"Of course. Sending them now." He hung up the phone.

I slammed my fist against the steering wheel as I hit a traffic. They better get there pretty fucking fast. My phone rang again. I looked at it; I would've ignored it, but it was my father.

"What do you want us to do?" He asked.

"I already called Ted. He's sending people out there now. Tell Jasper to track down the person who made that ad."

"What do you want us to do with Vasilii?"

"Uh, I'm not sure." I said.

"If I were you, I'd flag his visa and send him back to Russia. He's not a runner, but you don't want to chance it."

I sighed heavily; I knew my father was trying to get me to clear my head and take charge. I had to be a leader.

"Yeah, yeah." I sighed, "He's not a runner. The kid's innocent. Tell Emmett to smack him around a little. Get Jasper to print off pictures of his family and his friends and their addresses. Put it in an envelope and make sure it's at his place before he gets back. I don't think the kid is associated with the Russian's. It's just a coincidence. We'll keep tabs on him. If he does anything suspicious, we'll have his ass back in Russia before he can blink."

"Good plan son," Carlisle said, "Just be calm. The police are at Bella's apartment now. They'll protect her."

"I know that. But I need to know she's okay. I'm going to call her." I hung up the phone without telling him goodbye.

I called Bella's phone three times and she never answered. After getting the voicemail three times, I threw my phone angrily down on the floor. I felt like I was vibrating; I was so angry and scared. I just kept praying that she was okay, and nothing happened.

I finally made it to Bloor street and found several cop cars with their lights on, plus an ambulance. I felt sick to my stomach seeing that.

I quickly parked my car and ran out, frantically searching for Bella. As the ambulance pulled away, I grabbed one of the officers.

"Hey bud—!, Oh, Mr. Cullen how are you?"

"The woman that was here, where is she?"

"She just went to the hospital in the ambulance."

I felt my stomach drop, "Was she okay?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't see her."

"Which hospital did she go to?" I asked.

"Um, St. Mary's I think."

"Thanks."

I ran back to my car and got in, speeding to St. Mary's hospital. My stomach was in knots the entire drive over. I felt like I was going to throw up. I continued praying for Bella's wellbeing.

I ran into the hospital, running straight to the front desk.

"I'm looking for Isabella Swan," I said to the receptionist, "She was brought on an ambulance. It couldn't have been that long ago."

She typed into her little computer, "Three ambulances just came in. Uh, she's back in the ER, but— Sir!"

I ran off towards the ER, ignoring the yelling receptionist.

I know this chapter was a bit of a cliff hanger, but don't worry! The next chapter is coming soon!